I hate going places.
So basically I have a hotel the other end of the city from where I need to be. Gah.
HOWEVER, I will not complain, although I hate to travel, it is a bright and sunny Monday here in Dublin, I am about to go for a run and I haven't been cheating on my wife with a gay meth using prostitute resulting in my losing my high powered religious job, becomming the butt-har har- of every joke and my five children don't think I am the biggest fucking hypocrite this side of Christmas.
See, happy days.